Going to the Pumpkin Patch

 

It started off in the Grocery store. You and the kids are picking up things while your wife cooks dinner. Right at the entrance, there are stacks of pumpkins and gourds. Some with painted faces and other plain. There is also a standing rack with “Jack-O’-Lantern Carving” tools. 

“Daddy, can we get a pumpkin?” Your son asks.

“I wanna make a jackel-lanern” your daughter whines.

“We’ll see kids. I think we still have tools in the kitchen from last time.” You respond, then say “Let’s get what your mom needs tonight, and ask if she wants to get a pumpkin.”

“Are you gonna call her, Daddy?” your daughter asks.

You smile down at her. “No. We’ll just get what’s on the list tonight, and ask her when we get home.” You then hand your son your cell phone, with the grocery list on the screen, “What’s the first thing we need?”

Once you get home, your daughter carries in a bag and you hear “Mommy, we wanna get punkins and make jackel-lanerns.”

By the time you carry in your arm load of bags, your wife is crouching down and listening to your daughter. “Let’s put away groceries, and have dinner first.” She says as she smiles at you.

After putting everything away, you lean over to your wife and give her a kiss. Her skin is so soft and warm on your lips. “Dinner smells great.”

“Thanks, let’s sit down and eat.” She responds.

The chicken with noodles is hot and tasty, and goes well with the salad that you picked up at the store. Between forkfuls of food your daughter keeps telling about the painted ‘jackel-lanerns.’

“Baby,” you say, stopping her, “It is Jack-O’-Lantern, or more correctly Jack of the Lantern. Not ‘jackel-lanterns’.”

“Dear, do we still have the book of “Children’s Halloween Stories?” your wife asks. “There was at least one story about “Jack of the Lanterns” in it. That might help her remember better.”

“I like ‘Jackel-lanerns’. Sounds like fiery wild dogs or a Pokemon.” You hear your son mutter and smirk.

You hadn’t thought of that. Fiery wild dogs moving though the darkness, their eyes a blaze, and their chilling howls, echoing through the night. Your wife snaps you out of your thoughts. “I think the book is in the downstairs bookcases. Will you look after dinner?”

You take another forkful of food and then say “Of course. Once we’re done.”

As the kids take their baths, and get ready for bed, you look at the bookcases downstairs. They are filled with a mixture of novels, old textbooks, historical books, and of course kids’ books. Most of the kids’ books are the nice, hard-bound ones that you and your wife wanted to keep and make sure the kids didn’t ruin. You see “The Complete Winnie the Pooh”, “Scary Stories” (A book that after you read a couple of stories to your son, you agreed with your wife to put it away. No reason to give the kids ‘nightmare fuel’.), “Aesop’s Fables” and there it is, the “Tiny Teeny Halloween Treasury”. You flip through it. It’s been a while since you looked at it. Aside from the recipes, cartoons, and poems, there a couple of stories in it too.

Once you are back upstairs you show your wife the ‘Bedtime Anti-Monster Checklist’. “Honey, do you remember when we used this with our son?”

She looks at the book, and reads the 6 steps. “Oh God, yes. Shortly after we read that ‘Scary stories’ book he wanted. We had to check under the bed, and the closet, and use a nightlight. I’m glad he outgrew that.” She flips the pages and smiles. “There are a couple of recipes I want to copy. Can you check on the kids? I’ll be there in a few.” She kisses you and then goes over to the computer.

Your son is already in his pajamas and brushing his teeth. Your daughter is still in the bath, with the curtain pulled closed.

“Are you okay in there?” You ask.

“Yes daddy. No peeking. I’m a big girl now and don’t need help.” She says as you hear the sound of the washcloth being rung out over the water.

“Ok, Baby. I’ll make sure your nightgown is on your bed. Yell if you need help.” You say as your son rinses his mouth and puts up his toothbrush. 

“All Clean Dad.” He says baring his teeth at you.

“Go to bed Kiddo.”

“Dad, did you look for the carving tools yet?” He asks.

“Not yet. I will. Your mom and I still need to talk about getting some pumpkins.” You respond and shoo him off to bed.

You feel a damp hand pull the back of your shirt. “I’m done daddy. Don’t peek, I need my PJs.”

You realize that you are standing in the way, and your daughter, wrapped in a towel, needs to get past. You move aside and she closes the door.

Your wife comes up next to you. “I’ll take things from here. Can you make sure the kids didn’t leave a mess in the bathroom?” She kisses your cheek. “And if you’re already in bed when I finish reading to the kids, I might have something special for you.” She winks and knocks on your daughter’s door. “It’s mommy, do you need help with your nightgown?”

You check the bathroom, rinsing the bubbles out of the tub, and hanging up the wet washcloth to dry. The kids didn’t leave too much mess. You check the clothes hamper. It’s full so you might as well carry it down to the laundry room. Tomorrow or Saturday you can do the laundry. But not tonight. You stop by the kitchen and look in the utensil drawer. There is a plastic scoop, and a dull, serrated carver, but that’s all you see. “I guess I’ll pick up a new carving kit” you mutter to yourself.

In your bedroom you strip out of your jeans and shirt, pull on a pair of old running shorts, that are perfect for sleeping in, then lie down on your side of the bed. A few minutes later your wife comes in, still carrying the Halloween book.

“I had forgotten how much the kids like these stories and poems.” She says, setting it down and getting undressed. As she removes her bra, you watch her breasts move. They almost remind you of the little gourds. They aren’t firm and round anymore, but still sexy and perfect for sucking. Then when she removes her panties and bends over, you imagine her ass cheeks painted orange, and a jack-o’-lantern face painted on each one. For a second you imagine grabbing each one as you put your face is between her breasts.

That familiar tingle of arousal has you tenting your shorts.

“Oh. Is that for me, tonight?” Your wife asks as she pulls on her nightgown and comes to the bed.

You smile at her. “Of course. I always want you.”

She crawls across the bed, you glance to make sure the bedroom door is closed, as you feel her pull down your shorts and free your hardening penis. “Mmmmm, not fully hard yet, but I bet I can get it there.” She says. You feel her hand firmly grip your shaft and her tongue lick around the tip. You put your hands behind your head and relax as you feel her warm, wet mouth on you, and then the gentle suction.

“That’s it. Nice and hard. Perfect for me.” She says, almost purring.

She moves across you, straddling you, raising the hem of her nightgown, and then positioning your hard dick right along her damp slit. She inserts you and you feel the warmth of her pussy slowly cover you. She continues moving up and down until she has you fully inside of her. Her nipples are visibly hard through her nightgown and you reach up and roll her nipples.

‘Yes. Just like that.” She says in a quiet tone. She rocks back and forth on you, then puts her hand to her mouth and bites down on her knuckle, to muffle her moans of pleasure. This excites you even more and you pull her nipples as you thrust your hips up and cum inside of her. You feel her pussy pulse around you as her knees clench with pleasure. 

She lies on you, with your softening cock still inside of her. You wrap your arms around her. “I must have really turned you on.” She says in a playful tone. “You finished quickly.”

You turn her head and kiss her. “Not much quicker than you. You always turn me on, but what got you excited?” you ask in a quiet tone.

She picks up the kids’ book. “While reading to the kids, I remembered the ‘slutty costumes’ I’d wear before the kids were born. How sexy I felt, and how much I turned you on.”

“You still turn me on.” You respond, squeezing her ass, and kissing her again. Your soft dick is free, but you feel wetness drip from her onto you. “Though you might want to grab a towel. I hadn’t planned on making a mess tonight.”

She smiles, gets up and wipes herself off then throws you the towel, which you use and then toss on the hamper.

“The kids seem really excited about getting pumpkins” She says as she climbs back into bed. Her body is so soft and warm as she snuggles next to you.

“Should we get some at the grocery store, next time we go out?” you ask.

“I have a better idea. On Saturday, let’s take the kids to one of the local pumpkin patches.” She answers as she turns on her side and presses her back against you.

“Like those roadside stands?” you ask.

“Why don’t we see which of the ‘Pick your own’ farms has switched to pumpkins? The kids had fun when we went berry picking.”

You turn onto your side and press your back against hers. You feel her breathing slowing as you adjust your pillow and start to drift. “Sure. Sounds like a plan to me.”

On Saturday morning the kids are excited. They had already eaten their breakfast, cleaned up and gotten dressed before you even finished your first cup of coffee.

Your wife walks into the kitchen, her silky robe covering her sheer nightgown. “The kids are already set I see. What time do you want to go?” she asks as she pours her coffee.

“I hadn’t looked to see which farm to go to, yet.”

She sits down, pulls out her phone and starts searching. “I think we lucked out. The same farm as last time has a ‘pick your own’ pumpkin patch, and apples by the bushel.”

You finish your coffee, sigh, and say “OK. Let me get dressed. What time do they open?”

After putting on jeans and a T-shirt, you grab a light windbreaker, then fill up a travel mug with coffee.

“Is it time to go Daddy?” your daughter asks.

“Almost Baby. Why don’t you make sure that you and your bother have your shoes on. I’ll check on Mommy.”

“OK, Daddy.” She says as she scampers off to find her brother. Your wife walks into the kitchen wearing jeans, and a flannel shirt over a tank top. She also fills up a travel cup of coffee.

You walk behind her and slide your hand into her back pocket. “I love how your ass looks in those jeans” you say as you kiss her neck. “But why the flannel shirt?”

She turns and unbuttons it a bit, revealing that she isn’t wearing a bra under her tank top. “I just wanted to be comfortable.” She says with a wink and a smile. It is so tempting to caress her breasts through her shirt. 

“We’re ready Dad.” You hear your son say. You turn, grab your coffee mug and see your kids standing next to each other. You nod and smile. 

“OK, lets load up.”

The farm looks similar to when you were last there, except the scale house has signs saying “Fresh Hot Cider”, “Pumpkins”, and “Apples”. There is even a small stack of white pumpkins marked “Ghost Pumpkins”.

You are behind your wife and kids as they run ahead, following the signs reading “Pumpkin Patch! Pick your own!”.

Soon you catch up. There are a few other people in the patch. Your wife looks at you, “Stay with our daughter, I’ll go with our son.”

You blow her a kiss and close in on your daughter. “OK Baby, do you see any you like?”

After a while she found what she wanted. She convinces you to carry a large pumpkin while she picks two small ones. “You got the ‘Daddy punkin, and I got the two baby punkins. Right?”

“Yes Baby, let’s see what your brother found.”

You wife and son are each carrying similarly sized ones.

“Are we ready to check out?” you ask.

Your wife smiles but you can see in her eyes that she’s ready to go. “Yes, let’s check out.”

The sales clerk is the same one as last time, wearing the bib overalls but this time wearing an orange sweatshirt with the farm name in black letters. As you have your family put each pumpkin on the scale, you idly wonder how much the full, round breasts of the salesclerk would weigh. Your wife notices that you have a strange grin on your face as you finally weigh yours. “I’ll tell you later.” You whisper to her.

The clerk totals everything, and asks “Would you like anything else, aside from the 5 pumpkins?”

Before you can say “No”, your wife grabs a jug of fresh apple cider, and a tote of a dozen apples.

The clerk nods, and adds that to the total. You hand over your card to pay for it all. The kids carry the smaller bags, leaving your wife and you to carry the heavier ones.

“Being the bags of a dozen apples were cheaper than the grocery story, I couldn’t pass it up.” Your wife explains on the walk to the car. You nod. She then leans closer and asks, “So what was with you looking at the clerk and smirking?”

“With that orange sweatshirt, her tits looked like pumpkins. I was wondering what they weighed?” you say with an evil chuckle.

“Oh, so I need to get an orange sweatshirt?” She asks in mock jealousy.

“No. I want you in orange leggings. The other night I got hard looking at your sexy ass, which reminded me of firm round pumpkins.” You answer with a grin and a wink.

“Oh.” She responds. A few minutes later she asks. “Do you think my ass is big like these pumpkins?” Her voice has almost a hurt tone.

You set down your bags. “Come here Honey.” You say as you hold out your arms.

She comes closer. You kiss her firmly and grab both of her ass cheeks. “I love how you look and all the work you put in. Your sexy ass is firm and round.” You stress by grabbing each cheek harder. You then pick up your pumpkin and slap your hand firmly against it. There is a loud “smack” sound. “That’s why your ass reminds me of one of these pumpkins.”

The kids come running up. “Are you okay?”

“Is Mommy hurt? Was the punkin bad?”

Upon hearing this both you and your wife laugh. “We’re okay. We were just talking.” You say.

“Daddy wanted to show me how to know a pumpkin is good. You make sure it isn’t soft. So he slapped it.” Your wife explains, but there is a twinkle in her eye and a blush to her cheeks.

Your son tries to slap the one in his bag. “Ow. I think mine’s good.”

“Let’s go home. Why don’t we have Mommy make some hot spiced cider and we can think about what Jack-O’-Lanterns to make.”

“Don’t you mean ‘Jackel Lanerns’.” Your son jokes.

You and your wife just shake your head, “Get in and buckle up.”

(I’ll stop the story here. Come back next week and we’ll continue on with “Carving Jack-O’-Lanterns”. If you enjoyed this, Like and leave a comment. If you enjoy my writings, Follow and Subscribe.)

Cyber Connection - Chapter 7: Sexting in Bed

 

You describe setting the boxes on the floor by your feet and then closing the Jeep door. 

He types “I get in, buckle up and start it up. Then I put it into gear. The air is a little cooler than when we left, so I put the heat on. You feel warm air blowing on your legs.”

“And cool air on my chest. Mmmmm. The combination has my nipples hard and visible against the thin fabric of my dress.” You respond. You really wish you were wearing that dress, in an open-air jeep. “I feel so excited, and rest my hand on your crotch.”

“Even though I’m concentrating on driving, you feel a firm bulge in my pants.”

That’s exactly what you wanted to read. “I slowly rub my hand back and forth, feeling the outline of your prick.” At this point you switch from your computer to your cell phone and move from your living room to your bedroom.

“Your hand feels good as you rub me. I feel the texture of my underwear against my shaft as you slowly stroke me.” He types and then follows up with “I see your apartment building. Where do you want me to park?”

You strip off the shorts that you changed into after work, then sit on your bed, putting a few pillows behind your back. You keep your panties on, but spread your legs. “There is a parking spot with my apartment number at the side of the building. Look for number 202.” In your mind you picture being in the jeep, caressing his crotch, as he looks for your parking spot.

“I found it. I’ll back in. It makes it easier to get out.” You are a little surprised at the details he is adding to this. Most guys would have just been. ‘We are in your bedroom, you suck my dick, etc’ but Bobby really is describing what we would feel and see. He doesn’t have all the fine details but he’s doing good enough to help you clearly imagine everything.

“I get out, and come around to your door, to help you out.” He types.

“ ‘If you had the top on, I would have undone your fly and sucked you in the Jeep.’ I tell you as I take your hand and step out.” You respond.

“Don’t forget our leftovers. I can carry them in if you hand them to me.”

“Of course. Here are the boxes. And I hold your empty hand as we walk into my building.” You imagine holding his hand, the cool air on your bare legs, and the deep shadows between the outside lights. “We could have sex in the shadows outside. Would you like that as a fantasy?” You haven’t done anything like that in real life, but this is a fantasy. It’s a story where you can do anything.

His cursor blinks for a moment as if he is thinking over his answer, then he responds. “Let’s save something adventurous like that for another night. I would hate for us to be interrupted by your neighbors or anyone else.”

You nod as you read this, he’s really into this story. “I kiss you and lead you into the building. We walk up the stairs to my apartment, I unlock the door, and turn on the lights.”

“I close the door behind us, and hand you the left overs so you can put them in the fridge. Looking around your apartment I say ‘You have a nice apartment’.”

You describe putting the food in the fridge, then return, kiss him passionately and then pull him to the bedroom. “As I pull you into my bedroom, I unbutton your shirt. Kissing you, and enjoying the feel of your lips and the taste of you.”

“As you unbutton and help me remove my shirt, I unzip your dress, and help it slide off of your shoulders.”

You imagine the feeling of the dress falling off of you. “Are you surprised to see I’m not wearing a bra tonight? You can clearly see my hard nipples as my dress hits the floor.”

“Mmmmm They look so tasty. I kiss just above the right one, then slowly lick around it. My hand softly caresses your left breast with my fingers rolling and playing with your nipple.”

You pull off your T-shirt and rub your left breast. One-handed you type “Mmmmm your mouth and hand feel so good. I take a step back. Do you want me against the wall or on my bed?”

“Whatever will give you the most pleasure. I want you to be comfortable and to fully enjoy this sexting fantasy.” He types and then follows with, “I’m here for your pleasure.”

You have never had anyone say that to you. Yes, you’ve read it in cheap romance novels, but you’ve never had a lover, even an imaginary one, tell you that.

“I raise your head and kiss your lips again. ‘Lets move to the bed.’ I then unzip and unfasten your pants so they fall off of you. I see your hard cock outlined in your underwear. I grab it and pull you to the bed, have you lie down, and remove your briefs.”

You pick up your toy and lick around the tip. “I grip your shaft and lick around the tip. (I forgot to ask, are you circumcised?)” you continue typing with one hand.

“Whatever you want. Uncut or cut. This is all for you.” He answers.

You lick your toy and type “Cut. I lick around the tip and then down your veiny shaft. Your cock feels so hard.” You imagine your dildo is him. Hard and thick with a nice shape and texture. “I lick it and then suck it firmly. Feel the suction of my mouth on your beautiful dick.”

“Yes your mouth feels so good. You taste my pre-cum.”

You think that he must really be excited, so you respond with “I want you inside of me.”

“I’m lying down, so climb on me.” He types.

A thought pops into your head, you want to ride your dildo as you sext. “Yes. I strip off my panties and then straddle you.” You set down your phone, pull off your panties, and get on your knees. The comforter on your bed is nice and soft on your knees. You position your toy and slowly lower yourself onto it. Picking up your phone again you describe “I straddle you. My knees are along side your body as I slowly lower myself on to you.”

“Yes, I feel your tight wet snatch slowly covering me. You are so excited. I reach up and pull your nipples.”

You move up and down on your dildo, trying to do it slowly like in the story. It feels so good. So different. You pull a nipple and text “Yes pull my nipples. Feel my cunt on your hard cock. Feel me devour you.” It feels a little weird typing the word ‘cunt’ but Bobby used it and it fits how you feel. It isn’t your ‘small, delicate pussy’ that you are playing with. No, It’s your ‘hungry cunt’ that is being fed. You bounce up and down a little faster. Imagining him inside of you. “I move faster and harder. I feel you deep inside of me.”

“Yes, ride me as hard as you need. I let go of one nipple and use my thumb to rub your clit. Your pussy feels so good on me. I’m about to cum. I want you to cum too.”

You release your nipple and rub your clit as you describe “Yes, I feel your thumb rubbing my clit. I rock back and forth hard I want to feel you finish inside of me.” You rub with one hand as you hold the phone with the other. You are all the way down and rocking your hips back and forth. You have never used your toy like this, It feels so different. You rub your clit harder, feeling your orgasm building. “Yes rub me. Cum in me. I’m almost there.” You text.

“Yessss. MMMMMM. Ooooooo. You feel me spurt inside of you. I’m throbbing inside of you as I shoot you full.”

You imagine him inside of you and feel your body clench with pleasure. You are breathing harder and feel traces of sweat on your skin. 

Falling back onto your bed you type “That was amazing.”

“I hold you in my arms as I let my softening dick slide from you. I feel your heart beat against mine as we lie together on your bed.” Almost as if on cue, your toy slides from you. Lying naked, holding your phone you read “I kiss you and feel your warm body against mine as my breathing slows and our hearts beat against each other.”

“I kiss you, and then say ‘As wonderful as this is, I’m kicking you out. Get dressed and go.’ I stop hugging you and watch as you get up and get dressed.”

“Of course. I quickly get off your bed. Get dressed and kiss you one last time. ‘Should I take the leftovers with me?’ I ask with a smile.”

“Sure. You really commit to the bit. Take your imaginary food home with you, in your imaginary jeep. But I have one question for you.” You look at the screen for a moment, wondering if you really want an answer. “Did you really cum? And Is this really why your marriage fell apart?”

There is a long pause. You start typing “You don’t need to answer that.” 

But before you can send it, you read “Yes, I did. Yes. Sexting fantasy dates and wild imaginary sexual encounters with strangers, instead of real dates with my real wife was one of the factors in our divorce. Let’s stop here for the night. Did you really enjoy that? Or was it too much?”

You delete your unsent message and then respond. “I really enjoyed it. I couldn’t do it all the time like that, but I had fun. Get some sleep. TTYL.” And you finish with a kissing emoji.

Putting your phone down, you clean up and put away your toy. “That was all in my imagination.” You say to yourself. “The Restaurant, the Jeep, and the sex afterwards. If he put that much effort into sexting, he should be writing porn.” You look at yourself in the mirror and smile, “Yes, I would read porn written by ‘NiceGuy63111’ though he would probably have a better name as an author. Something like Nick Steele or Ron Handcock. No those are porn actor names. What are the names of the writers?” you ask aloud.

You finish cleaning up and go to bed. “Maybe I’ll ask Jen if she knows. She won’t believe this when she reads it.”

You pick up your phone and text Jen. “Can I come over tomorrow for breakfast? I’ll bring the syrup if Roger makes pancakes.”

Your phone dings. “Sure. Did you enjoy your time with “NiceGuy”?”

“Yes. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow over breakfast.” You reply.

“See you around 9? I’d like to sleep in a bit.”

You smile at that. “OK 9. I’ll pick up syrup on the way. You and Roger enjoy your night.”

“TTYL” she texts and sends a kissing emoji.

You set down your phone and hug one of your pillows. It feels soft against your body. You drift off to sleep, fantasizing about holding a lover in your arms.

(This is the end of Cyber Connection. If you want more about ‘you’ and “NiceGuy63111”, tell me. If you enjoyed this,  Leave me a comment. If you enjoy my writings, then follow and subscribe. Be Seein’ You.)

Cyber Connection - Chapter 6: Restaurant Fantasy

 

Your morning goes okay. There are a few irate customers, but you do your best to smile and be cheerful to them. But it doesn’t help that you keep one eye on the clock. You so badly want to take your meal break and talk with Jen.

Just when you expect the breakfast shift to end, you see a large tour bus pull up in the parking lot and everyone getting off and heading for the restaurant. It’s not something that is too common, but it happens when tour groups of retirees or field trips of students are in town. You sigh and you feel your body sag as you see the elderly people approach the counter. You put on a fake smile and greet each one. You patiently listen as they ask questions about the breakfast sandwiches, the “big boy breakfast” platter, and of course “What time do you start serving lunch?”

Luckily the other cashier, Maria, helps out and it keeps the line moving a bit faster than if you had been by yourself. Both of you give fake smiles at each other when you hear the same question for the third time. You give Maria a knowing look as she calmly explains again, “No sir, Lunch doesn’t start until 10:30, and it is currently 10:06. Would you like something from our Breakfast menu?”

Once the last of the customers has their order, you give Maria a friendly squeeze on her shoulder. “Thanks for coming up. I know you normally do Drive Thru, but I appreciate the help.” She smiles. “You’re welcome. The morning commuters are all gone. When I saw the bus, I knew you needed a hand.”

“I’m going to take my meal break. Can I bring you back a coffee or something?” You ask as you grab your windbreaker, and nod to your manager as he comes up.

“Can you bring me back one of those large ‘Pumpkin Spice Lattes’?” She answers with a smile.

“Will do. Be back in a bit.”

Your phone dings, “Where are you? I’m at the Café” Jen texts.

“On my way. Old folks tour bus.” You respond.

Using the app, you place an order for a spiced coffee, and donut. Then you add another one for Maria’s Pumpkin Spice Latte but just keep it in the cart until you and Jen are done.

Grabbing your order, you sit down with Jen whose drink is half done, along with most of her cinnamon roll. “So, what sexy thing do you want to show me today?” she asks as she leans forward.  

You scroll to the beginning of last nights texting session, and hand it over to her.

After a moment she says, “Wait, What? You massaged his feet by sexting?”

You lean in and have her lower her voice, “Yeah, sort of. I got some foot lotion from that gift basket my aunt sent me, so I could describe the smell and feel of the lotion.”

She gives you a confused look. “Then I described how it would feel as I rubbed his feet.”

Jen sipped her drink. “And this worked?”

You nod “Keep reading.”

She comes to the part where she reads ‘I want to lick your pussy.’ “Whoa, so you turned him on by sexting about rubbing his feet?”

You give her a knowing smile “Apparently so.” You lean in even closer and quietly say “And the best part was I pulled off my pants and played with myself as he described licking me.”

Jen looks back down and continues reading until the end. At one point she shifts in her seat and adjusts her sport coat to more fully cover her chest.

“Are you getting excited, Miss Jen?” you playfully ask.

She hands your phone back. “The next time Roger goes on a business trip, I know what we’ll try.”

She takes a deep drink from her cup and waits for a moment. “Are you going to wait until later in the week and try something different with your NiceGuy?”

You lean back in your chair for moment, enjoying that you got Jen all hot and bothered.  “Yes. I’ll chat with Bobby a little during the week, but if I have either day of the weekend off, I’ll see if we can do a full sexting session.”

She nods and finishes her drink and roll. “I need to get back to the office. I’ll have to see if Roger and I can do something to turn you on at an inappropriate time.”

You smile at her as you place the order for Maria’s drink. “You do all the time. I just do a better job hiding it.”  You hug and she leaves.

Maria is back at the drive thru, so you hand her the cup. She places the other hand over the microphone “What do I owe you?”

You smile, “It’s on me. Why don’t you just get me something next time you go.” She nods and finishes taking an order.

The rest of your shift is relatively uneventful. Before you go, you ask the manager, “What is the chance that I can get the weekend off again?”

“I’ll do the schedule later on, but some of the newer kids really need more Saturday time. I’ll see what happens. Do you have a preference if I need you to work part of the weekend?”

 “Saturday. I don’t mind working Sunday if I have Saturday off.” You quickly respond, knowing that Bobby goes to church on Sundays.

Your manager writes a note on the corner of his clipboard. “Thanks. See you tomorrow.”

At home, you do your normal routine; changing out of work clothes, making a quick dinner, checking through mail & emails, and then chatting with folks. A couple of random guys send you DMs, but they look fake so you block them, and wait for ‘NiceGuy63111’.

“How was your day?” Pops up on your screen.

You smile as you reply “It was good.” You tell him about your morning with the tour bus full of senior citizens.

“LOL. Of course. Was Jen angry that you were late?”  He types.

“No. She understands that those things happen when you work fast food. How was your day?”

He describes his day and tells you that things are busy but okay. Not as stressful as yesterday.

“Speaking of yesterday, I had an idea. I might have Saturday off, so would you be interested in doing a special sexting session Friday night?”

His cursor blinks on the screen for a few minutes and then you read “Ok. Do you have something in mind?”  

“You enjoyed the Fair, and my foot massage. I was thinking of creating a fantasy for you of us going out. A dinner or maybe a movie?” You think back to the fantasy of the two of you on the couch watching a video.

“Ok. If you create the fantasy of a restaurant date, I’ll come up with a good sexting session. Would you like it to be in my bedroom, yours, or maybe the car in the restaurant parking lot?”  He offers.

“I hadn’t thought about in the car. Maybe flirting in the restaurant, some teasing in the car, and then back to my place?” Already you have images filling your mind.

“Ok, your place, so that way, when you are tired of me you can kick me out and send me home.” He types followed by a winking emoji.

“LoL. Of course. I’m a ‘use ‘em and kick ‘em out’ kinda girl.” You respond with a laughing emoji.

You both agree to just do ‘quick friendly updates’ the rest of the week. The only time either of you will mention the plan for Friday is if you need details for the story.

“Rest well my lovely lady. I will log off and have a late supper. I hadn’t eaten yet and the idea of a restaurant meal with you has me hungry.”  

“TTYL” you type with a kissing emoji.

The rest of the week goes as usual. Work is typical. Some customers are friendly, some are irritated, and some just can make up their minds. You handle each of them as if they are special and important, which makes even the irritated ones, soften and smile.

For your meal breaks, you still meet up with Jen. She enjoys getting out of the office and she helps by giving you ideas for the restaurant fantasy.

Chatting with Bobby, you ask “Would you prefer a fancy restaurant, or just a nice restaurant?”

“A nice restaurant. Somewhere you can wear a dress that is comfortable, but you aren’t worried if you spill something on it. That way I can wear a shirt without a tie or coat.”

“Okay. Is there a type of food that you would like?” You respond.

“Maybe somewhere with seafood, or a steak house. But we could also do Chinese, Italian, or something else ethnic.”

“Near me there is a nice restaurant that has burgers, steaks, and a ‘catch of the day’. No shrimp or crabs, but fish, and I think fried oysters or clams.” Thinking of ‘Chez Earnie’ which was going to be a French restaurant before the owner changed chefs and made it a family restaurant but kept the name.

“That sounds nice. I’ll look forward to reading your description.” He types.

 After logging off, you work on the fantasy. Bobby picking you up at your apartment, and going to ‘Chez Earnie’. You go online and look at their menu. You type of couple of options for the story. Each night you work on it, adding details and ideas. Describing your dress, a mid-length summer dress with a floral pattern that you have in your closet. You are tempted to put it on and take a couple of selfies. “No. I want his imagination to fill in the gaps. That’s what he told me.”

You type up your description of the restaurant, your outfit, sitting close to him, and teasing him as you eat.

All week you write, read, edit, and reread it until you were happy with it. During your chats with Bobby, you don’t really let in on how it is going.

On Friday, during your meal break, you talk to Jen about “after dinner sex”. You describe the plan of going back to your place, but could you do something before that?

She smiles as she leans back in her chair for a moment, then moves nice and close. In an almost conspiratorial tone she asks “Have you ever given a ‘handy’ in public?” You feel your face get warm as you feel embarrassed by the question. “No. Have you?” But then you feel stupid asking. Of course she has. She did it on the Ferris wheel. “I mean, have you done that in a restaurant?” you correct yourself.

She leans closer “Roger fingered me in one once, and I did him in a movie theater.”

“Did anyone say anything?” You ask.

“No but we got a few strange looks both times.” She says and straightens up.

You think about it. It is all a fantasy, and you won’t be in a real restaurant. “Ok. I’ll think about it. You’ve given me a couple more ideas.”

That evening, you just eat a salad. You want to focus on the fantasy. In preparation you, set up your toy and lube next to your bed. Your phone is charged up, so even though you will start by using the computer, you can switch to your phone and more easily enjoy yourself, when it’s time.

Soon you read “How was your day?”
You feel butterflies of anticipation in your stomach as you type “It was okay. It’s Friday, are you ready for a sexting fantasy?”

There is a small delay before he responds. “It is Friday. Would you like to ‘go out for dinner’?”

You have your story open in another window. “Yes. I’m wearing a light summer dress. It goes down to my knees. It’s cotton and in a pretty floral pattern. I’m waiting outside of my apartment building for you to pick me up.”

“Because the weather is nice, you see me pull up in a Jeep with the top down.”  

You are a little surprised by this. “You have a Jeep?” you respond.

“Tonight I do. It’s dark green with gold and black trim. I pull up, get out and open the passenger door for you.”

“I walk up, and give you a kiss. What are you wearing?”

“A light blue button up short sleeve shirt, with dark blue slacks. After your kiss, I hold your hand as you step into the Jeep, then close the door.”

“I give you directions to ‘Chez Earnie’, which is a family restaurant. You mentioned fish, steaks, and seafood. They have a little bit of everything.”

“As I drive, I rest my hand on your knee.”

You smile at that, “I adjust the hem of my dress, your hand rests on my bare leg. I’m not wearing stockings or pantyhose.”

“I slowly move my hand up, but then pull my hand away, to better focus on driving.”

“With both your hands on the wheel, I rest my hand on your thigh, slowly moving it closer to your crotch. Teasing you as you drive.” You are glad you aren’t doing this in real life. You would hate to get in a traffic accident.

“I adjust myself in my seat at the traffic light. But don’t remove your hand. ‘How much farther to the restaurant’?”

You think about it. Realistically you would be there by now, so you type “Make that right turn and you’ll see the parking lot and the sign. The building is a small brick and stone building with a patio area for use during good weather.”

“I’ve never been here before. Should we eat out on the patio?”

You look over at your story. You wrote it thinking about the main dining room, but the idea of sitting outside in nice weather sounds so tempting. You shake your head. “Let’s eat inside. The weather is nice but I don’t to worry about bugs.”

“Very well my lovely lady. Whatever you want. I take your hand and escort you into the restaurant.” He types.

You copy and paste parts of your story. Describing the inside of the restaurant. The polite waiter, who waits patiently as you debate over your order. You describe how the tablecloth goes more than halfway to the floor, helping to hide the fact you raised your dress as you sat down. Slowly you rub your bare leg against his pant leg.

“As I take a sip of my water, I place my other hand on your thigh. This time, I’m not driving so I slowly move my hand up along your smooth thigh.”

That wasn’t of your original story, but it is definitely where you want the fantasy to go. You describe the feeling of his hand on your thigh as he moves closer to your crotch. The fabric of your panties is damp, (both in the story and in reality). You write that the waiter brings your food, but you want Bobby to keep his hand where it is. He responds by describing how he moves his fingertips along the wet fabric.

“That feels so good. I cut a piece of my steak, dip it in steak sauce and feed you. You taste the seasonings of their homemade sauce.” You can imagine him teasing you as you feed him. He keeps his hand busy with you as you alternate a forkful of fish with another cube of steak.

“I lean to you and kiss you, so you can taste the steak sauce on my mouth.”

“I kiss you deeper, tasting the sauce and you. I so badly want to finish the meal and go back to my apartment.”

“Waiter, can you give us a ‘doggie bag’ for everything? I think we are done here for the night.”

You quickly type the waiter’s responses and reactions. Bringing a couple of small boxes for the left over steak and fish.

You then describe getting back to the Jeep. Bobby types “As you walk next to me, I rest a hand on your firm ass. I want the waiter and the customers to see how sexy you are.”

He then writes “We climb into the Jeep and drive back to your apartment.”

“Once we are in my apartment, I need you to take the lead for the fantasy from here.”

“I will. I definitely will.”

(This took longer than I planned. I will stop this chapter here and pick up Chapter 7 with “Sexting in the Apartment”. I’m sorry that “Dinner Fantasy took longer than I thought. I could have cut it down, but I like the idea of teasing you and having you asking for more. I’m sorry this one was late, but Chapter 7 will be on time on Friday. I’ll be seeing you.)

Cyber Connection - Chapter 5: NiceGuy63111's fantasy for you

 

You are amazed how Sunday went. The idea of Bobby stroking himself to an orgasm as you described how you would suck him, still turns you on. Especially since you started off with your description of spending time with him at the Fair. Later on, you were tempted to text him again, but instead you just fantasized about him and used your toy.

Waking up Monday morning, you feel relaxed, and a little excited about chatting with “NiceGuy63111” later in the day. At work, you smile at everyone and the morning goes smoothly. After the breakfast rush, you take a break and check your phone. Jen left a message asking about your Sunday. You text back “You wouldn’t believe what happened. Can you meet for a coffee?”

In a minute she responds “If it is as interesting as last time we had coffee, sure, I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” You send her a smiley face emoji.

You ask the manager, “Can I do like I did last week and take my meal break, before the lunch rush?”

He looks at the clock and shakes his head. “Go, but be back as soon as you can.”

You nod and grab your windbreaker. You can tell the coffee shop is getting ready for autumn. It’s menu has more hot Apple Cider, and Pumpkin Spice drinks, plus a fresh batch of “apple cider donuts”. You get spiced coffee and a doughnut. Jen walks in as you pick up your order. “Give me a second.” She says as she places her order. Getting her favorite cinnamon roll and a pumpkin spice foamy drink.

You silently push your phone over to her with the chat app already open, and scrolled back to where you described the Fair and imaging holding Bobby’s hand.

She reads it as she unrolls part of her cinnamon roll and chews on it. Her chewing slows as she reads more. “So the ‘going to your apartment for sex’ was his idea?”

You nod “Apparently he was so turned on by my description of us spending time at the Fair, that he wanted to go back to my apartment for oral sex, instead of doing what you and Roger did on the Ferris wheel.”

She passes you back your phone, winks and smiles at you, “We had oral sex after the Ferris wheel too. And then we..”

“I don’t really need the details Jen.” You interrupt her. “But my question is, should I try tonight to pick things up again, or do you think it was a ‘one off’ because of the story?”

Jen picks up her unrolling roll and eats some more of it, leaning back and then sipping her drink. “So why did you stop, yesterday? Were you really not in the mood?” she finally asks.

You think about it for a moment. “Sexting like that took more concentration than I anticipated. I was trying to imagine him at the same time I was typing. But as much as I wanted to be turned on, I kept focusing on the sentences to make sure they made sense. I didn’t want a typo to ruin his time.”

“I can see that. That’s probably why when Roger and I do it, it’s short and to the point. But you already said that Bobby isn’t turned on by that.”

For a moment you imagine Bobby, sitting in front of his computer, with his hard dick in his hand stroking as he reads what you type. You’ve never seen his, but you imagine that it is as thick as your toy, nicely cut, with a few visible veins. Just the thought of this starts to excite you.

Jen leans closer to you, “Are you getting turned on right now by thinking about him?”

You blush when you realize that your nipples are hard and visible against your shirt. 
 “Maybe.” You playfully answer and then sip your coffee.

“Well, whatever you just did, I say that you should do it again at home. But we both need to get back to work, so you might want to think of something less exciting.” She says with a smile and a wink.

“Do you have that problem when you think about Roger?” you ask.

“Not usually. If I get excited thinking about him at work, I stop and remember that he didn’t clean the kitchen or do the laundry. Or imagine that he left dirty clothes on the bedroom floor. I’m turned off by that point.” She responds with a grin as she gets up.

You stand up and lean into her for a moment. “But what about if you come home and he’s cleaned the kitchen and done laundry?”

“That’s easy. I fuck his brains out.” She answers finishing her drink.

The rest of your work shift goes as usual. Most people are happy to get their food, and a few complaints about mistakes which you do your best to fix. Every once in a while, when things are quiet, you imagine Bobby at his computer, masturbating and waiting for you. A tingle of excitement moves through you when you do. But then you have to focus on the next customer, and the feeling is gone.

When you get home, you fight the urge to text him immediately. The excitement of arousing him again, especially with the implied promise of him pleasuring you in return, keeps trying to push to the front of your mind. “Stick to my normal routine. Besides he’s probably not on yet. Sort through the mail, make dinner, check email, and then text him, if he’s on.” You say as you place today’s mail on the desk. You change into your yoga pants and t-shirt. “I wonder if he knows I go bra-less most of the time I’m relaxing at home.” You think as you remove your bra and pull your t-shirt on. Glancing in the mirror, you remind yourself why you have to wear a bra to work. Your nipples are noticeable even when you aren’t excited.

You make a quick microwave pasta dish, then sort through the mail as you eat. Just bills and ads.

Your emails aren’t anything different. Then you sit back for a moment and wonder what he had for dinner. After throwing away all the trash, you sit down and see if “NiceGuy63111” is on.

“Hi Bobby, how was your day and what are you having for dinner?” you type. He’s not on yet but you want your message to be what he sees when he signs on.

You wait to see if he is going to respond. But apparently he is busy.

You play the “match the items” game on your phone, hoping that will distract you until he signs on. After completing a couple more levels (and going through almost a dozen lives), you see him typing an answer.

“Hi. My day was busy and stressful. I didn’t feel like cooking, so I picked up a sandwich from the shop on the corner. How was your day?”

You read the ‘busy and stressful’ line and type “Do you want to tell me about it, or should I try to massage you like you massaged me last week?”

“Do you think you can? Try to massage me via texting?”

You smile and respond “I’m willing to try.”

“Ok, where do you want to start? At my neck or at your feet?” he asks.

You had never thought about starting at anyone’s feet. Feet after a long day would be smelly and sweaty. But this is all a fantasy. You type up a response “Before I decide, tell me about your feet. Do you keep your nails trimmed? Do you have callouses and bunions?”

“LOL. I do keep my toe nails trimmed. The bottoms have some callouses and rough spots, but I don’t have any bunions or corns. Do you want a photo?”

Before you respond you receive a photo of his feet. The there are visible rough spots on them but aside from that, they’re nice feet. “You have very nice feet. OK. Then sit back as I take your right foot and massage it.”

“Do you want some lotion, cream, or oil? A foot cream might help with some of the callouses.” He types.

“Give me a minute.” You respond. Getting up, you check your bathroom. That gift basket your aunt sent for the holidays, has lotions, soaps and things in it. You find one that says ‘Foot Cream with Shea Butter’. You uncap it and smell. It has a floral fragrance. You place it by the computer with a hand towel. “I have some ‘Spa Foot Cream’. I squirt some on my hands and slowly rub it along the bottom of your right foot.” You squirt a little into your hand to feel the texture of it and get a better idea of the smell. Then wipe your hands with the towel. “You feel my fingers rub the lotion along the bottom of your foot. Rubbing the rough spots, I feel your skin soften and the room is filled with a soft floral scent.” 

“You are such a clever girl. Yes I feel your strong fingers working my foot. It relaxes under your touch. The scent of the lotion is wonderful.”

You continue describing how you massage his foot, heel, toes and then rotate his ankle. Then you switch to the left foot. You occasionally read his comments of “Mmmm. That feels so good.” And “You really know what you are doing.”.

The strange thing is, you have never done this in real life. You’ve had your foot massaged by an old boyfriend, but never done it for anyone. You concentrate on your description, imagining helping Bobby relax and feel better. After you finish writing about rotating his right ankle, you read “Sit down, I want to lick your pussy.”

You smile and feel a little tingle. “Are you sure? We could stop here?”

“You did such a wonderful job helping me relax, and last night you did a great job with the Fair and afterwards. You deserve a reward. Something you have asked for and I’m ready to give it.”

“OK, give me a minute first.” You type. Grabbing your cellphone, you go to your bedroom, lie down on your bed, and text him “OK. I’m ready.”

“I slowly slide your pants off of you, leaving your panties on.” He describes.

You take your yoga pants off, then lie back down, anticipating his next words.

“I spread your legs and softly kiss the inside of your right knee. I slowly work my way up your thigh. Kissing, and softly licking, your soft warm thigh.”

As he describes this, take your fingertips and slowly move them along the inside of your thigh. Imagining him kissing his way closer to your pussy. You are already damp from the excitement of what he is doing.

“Feel my lips as they are almost to your crotch. I slowly exhale a warm breath on your damp panties. I see a spot of wetness already in the cloth. Feel as I use just the tip of my tongue to slowly lick the surface of the fabric.”

You slowly use the tip of your finger to move on the outside of your panties. Moving up and down as he describes. “You are so good at this. Your lips and tongue feel so good on me.” You type one-handed on your phone.

“I smile up at you from between your legs. Feel my fingers as I slowly slide the waistband of your panties down the curve of your ass, and down your legs.”

“Yes, remove my panties. I want to feel your mouth on me.” You type, then remove yours, throwing them on the floor.

You read “I slide my hands under your firm butt cheeks, then lick up and down the folds of your lips. I taste your flavor and your excitement.”

Moving your finger tip up and down, you enjoy this. It is the strangest masturbation session you’ve ever done. But there is something so sexy and erotic about it. As he continues describing licking and then sucking your clit, you rub yourself, imaging his mouth. “Yes, suck my clit” you type. Rubbing harder and faster, you feel your orgasm building.

“Yes, as I suck your clit, I feel how close you are to cuming. I work a finger into your wet and waiting cunt, as I suck your clit harder.”

You put down your phone and rub yourself with one hand and finger yourself with the other. Imagining his fingers and his mouth helps to push you over the edge and you cum hard. Your legs tighten around your hands as you feel the pleasure move through you.

Wiping your fingers on your thighs, you pick your phone back up.

“I feel your pleasure as you orgasm against my face.”

Using both hands, you text “YES! My legs press against your head and I hump your face as my pleasure washes over me.” You wait a second and then type. “That was amazing. I really did cum. Thank you so much Bobby. I’ve never done anything like that.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Maybe next time, we can try something other than oral sex? But give me a few days.” He then types. “Let the anticipation for next time build before we try something more.”

You nod as you read it, then respond. “Of course. Can I just text you tomorrow? To check on how your day was? You really are a nice guy and special to me. That’s not just because of tonight, but want to make sure you are okay.”

“Sure. I’m really glad I was able to give you pleasure. Let’s call it a night. Chat with you tomorrow. I hope you sleep well and enjoy your day tomorrow.” He closes with a kissing emoji.

“You too. Goodnight Bobby. I’ll sleep well.” And you send a kissing emoji too.

You get up and pull on your sleep shirt, and a fresh pair of panties. You quickly text Jen “Can we meet again tomorrow? You won’t believe what happened tonight.” 

In a few minutes you read, “Sure. But I’m happy to listen now if you want.”

You smile at that and respond. “Not tonight Jen. I’m tired now, so I’m going to bed. I would forward you ‘NiceGuy63111’ texts, but I would hate for Roger to see you reading them and think that you were sexting with some random guy.”

“LOL. Depending on his mood and fantasy he might enjoy that. But get some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.” She closes with a winking emoji and a kissing one.

You sigh contentedly, set your phone on the stand by your bed, and fall asleep.

Cyber Connection - Chapter 4: A Fantasy for NiceGuy63111

 

Your alarm goes off. You check your phone, it’s Sunday. You don’t have to be up yet. You forgot to turn off your alarm when you went to bed after going to the Fair yesterday.

Thinking back for a moment, you are still surprised that Jen and Roger had fun on the Ferris wheel. That cum stain on the front of his shorts was so funny to see, but a little exciting too. You’ve never done anything like that. Thought about it. Fantasized about it. Even mentioned it to a boyfriend once. But never done it. Like Jen, you are too much of a chicken to try it.

You get up, make some coffee, and then sit in front of your computer. Last night you wrote down your thoughts about what happened at the fair. You called it “Ferris wheel sex fantasy”. Reading it, you make a few changes to it. You remove the names and change it from “she” to “I”. Then you back track and add more details about the Fair. The sights, sounds, and smells. Instead of it being “Jen’s” story, you make it yours. The things you did. You are good right up to the point where you are sitting in the Ferris wheel. You don’t want to picture Roger. You want Bobby. Opening your chat app, you look at photos of NiceGuy63111. His smile, his eyes, his hair. Scrolling through the selfies he sent you; you look for one of him in T-shirt and jeans. He rarely wears shorts, so there are no photos of him like that. You imagine walking around the Fair with him.

Backing up to earlier paragraphs, you describe holding his hand, talking about the animals and crafts, and then going on the rides. The feel of the “Tilt-o-whirl” going around. The jarring crash of the bumper cars as you try to race past each other. Going up and down on a painted pony on the Merry-go-round, and smiling at him as he rides a different one. It’s all fantasy, but because you watched Jen and Roger do it, while you were there, you can easily picture it being you and Bobby. Right up to the Ferris wheel. You describe climbing in, sitting next to Bobby, and the lower section closing up, protecting you, and covering you from the waist down. A different design car wouldn’t work. The kind with the railing instead would have you too exposed. “Why am I putting so much effort into this?” you ask aloud. “I don’t even know if he would enjoy this. He might be turned off by ‘public sex’.”

You stop and save, then go back to the kitchen and make breakfast. You wish you had Roger’s pancakes, but a bowl of cereal with fruit will be good enough. As you eat, you watch the Sunday Morning News. Mostly cute human interest stories, including a live report from the County Fair. If Bobby lived near you, you’d take him. Just walking around, like in your story would be fun.

You finish, turn off the TV, and clean up. Later, you go back on your computer and go through emails. Nothing really important, just bill reminders, spam, and junk that you really don’t care about.

Your message app flashes. There is a message, so you open it. “NiceGuy63111” sends “Hi. I hope you are enjoying your weekend. I just got home from church. What are you doing?”

You sit up in your chair and respond, “I’m okay. I had fun with my friends yesterday. Just relaxing today. How was church?” He previously told you that part of his changes in life was to attend church on Sundays. He mentioned something about “being a better member of my community, and helping others.”

He types “The service was good, like usual. The sermon was about ‘Listening to others, when they are in need.’ Our preacher does a good job with her sermons. She really gets right to the message.” There is a pause for a moment than he continues, “So you had fun with your friends? What did you do? I want to hear about it.”

You tell him about Roger’s pancakes, going to the fair, seeing the sights, and riding the rides. Then you ask “Have you ever done anything sexual in public?”

“The fair sounds fun. It’s been a while since I went to the State Fair.” Then there is another pause. “What kind of sexual thing in public?”

You describe how Roger and Jen played with each other on the Ferris wheel, including the cum stain on his shorts.

“LOL. That must have been funny to see.” He responds. “My Ex and I talked about it, and even tried it in our car, in a parking lot. But It was more uncomfortable than we thought. I never thought of doing it on a carnival ride.”

“When you wrote sexting fantasies, did you write about doing it in public?” You ask.

“There were a couple of times, where the women I chatted with had me describe being in an open air café, a bar restroom, in a car, on a boat, and even in a back alley. But those were all just fantasies. I think my descriptions and the excitement of the fantasy were what gave pleasure to the women.”

“Did you enjoy it?” you ask, genuinely curious.

You see the blinking cursor as he types his answer. It takes a while so you aren’t sure if he is typing a long answer or if he keeps typing and deleting his response. Finally a comment appears.

“I enjoyed writing. I liked the fantasy of exciting and arousing the person I was sexting with. But was I excited or aroused? Not really. It took too much concentration to write and keep the story going. None of them could do a good job in return.”

“What do you mean?” you type.

“I would create these vivid and descriptive stories, similar to what I did for you with the ‘massage’ fantasy. But when I asked for something similar in return, I would get a ‘we’re naked, I suck you, we fuck’ kind of story. There was nothing erotic about that.” You can almost imagine the discouraged tone in his voice.

“Oh. I see. Can I try something with you? If it doesn’t go anywhere, I understand. But can I try to create a fantasy for you?”

There is a pause, then he types, “What kind of fantasy? What do you have in mind?”

“You said you haven’t been to the Fair in a while. Can I create a fantasy of us going to the fair together?”

“Ok. Let’s see what you’ve got.” He responds.

You open your story and copy the first couple of lines. “We are at the County Fair. We are holding hands as we walk through the ticket gate. The smells of the popcorn, cotton candy, and fried foods fills the air.”

He types. “Your hand feels good in mine. The various foods smell tasty as we walk past the booths.”

“I tell you that ‘we should check out the livestock judging, and maybe get something to eat afterwards.’ I grip your hand tighter as I lead the way.”

“Continue on. What do we see?”

You continue copying and pasting parts of your story, editing and modifying them so they fit. Bobby responds from time to time, but none of it really changes the story.

He enjoys your descriptions of the bumper cars and the Merry-go-Round. Then you get to the Ferris wheel.

“I want to ride the Ferris wheel with you. If we were really there, I wish I was as daring as my friends Jen and Roger.”

“Really? Would you really like me to play with you in public, while riding a ride?” He asks. You remember the last time you tried to sext and he shut it down, so you take a moment to respond.

“Bobby, if we were really there, yes, I’d want to unzip you, and stroke you as you caress and finger me.” But then you follow it up with, “But we don’t need to do that right now. Just the feel of you sitting next to me, as the safety bar closes us in. The motion of the car as it goes backward and loads the next couple, then the one after that. We can just hold hands and kiss if you want.”

“You put a lot of work and thought into this. I am really enjoying it.” He types. “But instead of on the Ferris wheel, lets have the fantasy move back to your apartment.”

“Really? We ride the Ferris wheel and then go back to my apartment? You don’t want sex in public, or to try something different and new?”

“I’ve never been to your apartment, so coming back, after a day at the Fair, after winning you a large stuffed animal in one of the games, would be something different and new.”

You think for a moment and try to remember what stuffed animals you saw. “You win me a purple teddy bear with a pink heart on it’s chest. I hold it in one arm as I hold your hand with the other. I kiss you when you win it. Your lips feel soft and warm against mine.”

“I drive you back to your place.”

“I lean my head against your shoulder as you drive.”

“I put an arm around you.”

This continues on until you ask him “Do you want on the couch in the living room or in my bedroom?”

“Let’s do the bedroom.” He responds.

You smile as you read it. “Good. I pull in into my bedroom, remove your shirt and kiss your chest.”

“Don’t you want me to take the lead from here?” he types.

“No. I want to give you pleasure. This is my fantasy for you.” You type and then continue, “I kiss your bare chest as you feel my hands undoing your jeans.”

“Your lips feel good on my chest.”

“I lick your nipple. Men’s nipples are sensitive too.” You continue. “Your jeans drop to the floor and you step out of them as I have you lie on the bed.”

“Should I remove my underwear?”

“I slowly pull them down, and see your excited penis. Are you hard for me?”

“I’m getting hard for you.”

“I kiss down your stomach as my hand grips your shaft.”

“Your lips feel good on me as does your hand. I like how you are slowly stroking me.”

“Yes, I’m slowly stroking you as I kiss my way down. I’m getting closer to it as I slowly stroke up and down, feeling it get harder in my hand.”

“Yes. I’m hard for you.”

“Is he really hard?” you ask yourself, but don’t want to ask him and risk spoiling the mood. “My mouth is right above your tip. You feel my warm breath on you.”

You get up for a moment and get your dildo from your bedroom. You want to be as descriptive as possible for him. “Feel my tongue as I lick around the tip. Slowly licking around and then down your shaft. My tongue is wet and smooth against your veiny cock, as I hold the base and lick down and then up.”

“Mmmmm yes your wet, smooth tongue feels so good.”

You lick your dildo, then put the tip in your mouth and suck. “Feel my wet, warm mouth on your tip as I suck you gently then firmly.”

“Your mouth feels so good. I reach down and grab a handful of your hair.”

“Yes, pull my hair as I suck you harder. Taking you deeper into my mouth.”

You place the dildo on the desk and type faster. “Feel the back of my throat as I take you fully in my mouth, then take you out and stroke you. Lubing your hard cock with my saliva.”

“Yes. That feels so good I want to cum.”

“Yes Bobby, cum for me. Cum now and I’ll lick it up.”

There is a pause for a couple of minutes. “My hand is covered. I ejaculated all over myself.”

“Did you really? Or are you just telling me that to make me feel good?”

“No. I really came all over myself. You did a great job. Do you want me to continue with you?”

You think about it for a moment. You enjoyed it, but you aren’t really turned on right now.

“We can stop for today. I’ll let you clean up. How about on a day when you want to pleasure me, we try again?”

“But you did a wonderful job for me, and I want to return the favor.”

You are a little surprised at yourself because even with a toy in front of you, you really aren’t in the mood. The writing and describing really took more focus and concentration than you expected. “Save that feeling Bobby. I’m happy you enjoyed it. Let’s stop for now and try another time.”

“Ok. I’ll sign off and clean up. If you change your mind, tell me. I can easily switch places on your bed.” He types.

You like that idea but want to also give him time. You tell him “TTYL” and give him a Kiss emoji. You log off and put away your dildo. “Maybe I’ll read a good book. If I get into the mood, I can always message him back.” You tell yourself with a smile.

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Hotel Stay

“Honey,” you say as you read the email on your laptop. “The company approved the training seminar and wants me to go next week.”

He walks into the room. “Where is it again, and for how long?”

You tell him about the city and convention center where it will be. “And the company will pay for everything. Travel, lodging, and even meals.”

He comes closer and kisses your forehead. “Next week and you will be gone for most of the week? Do you have to fly, or can we drive?”

“What do you mean ‘can WE drive’? This is work related,” you say.

He sits on the couch. “I know, but I can take some time off from work. Driving would save your company the cost of a flight, you won’t need a rental car, and you can get either a queen bed or two twins in the hotel room, so we only need one room.”

You think it over for a moment. “But it will take a day longer to get there.”

“We can either drive straight through and switch drivers, or we can stop for the night somewhere around the mid-point.” He says, getting up and moving closer to you again. “Remember, when we first married, we talked about driving cross country or just going on long road trips. It won’t be that but…”

“We could treat it like a vacation, especially since the company will pay for our hotel room at the conference center.” You finish. “You sold me on it. Let me email my boss.”

Shortly, you received an email saying “The cost difference between airline ticket and rental car for a week, and only paying you for mileage there and back, were enough of a cost savings that your offer was approved. Please ensure you save all fuel receipts and allow enough travel time to arrive at the conference hotel by Sunday afternoon.”

“We are approved, dear.” You say happily.

He comes up behind you and hugs you. “I thought they would go for it. I looked at the best routes to get there. Near the mid-point there are many hotels if we want to stop for the night.”

It's Friday, your husband fills up the car, as you print off hard copies of your information for the training conference. You know everything is digital now days, but you would hate to drive for two days and have the computer lose your reservation.

Then you pack your bags. Mostly business attire and casual clothing, with a couple pairs of jeans, underwear, socks, and workout clothes. You want to be ready to relax when you aren’t at the training seminar.

“We should leave early tomorrow.” He says as he returns and packs his bag.

“I agree. I have the neighbors taking our mail for us and watching the house.” You tell him.

He goes to you and kisses you. “You always plan ahead.”

Before the sun comes up the next morning, you leave. He drives as you sit in the passenger seat and relax.

You start listening to music, a playlist he created called “Drivin’ Tunes”, full of peppy, singable tunes from the ’50s all the way up to recent songs.

After the third song, you ask, “These are good. When did you make this?”

“The other day, after talking about driving, I thought ‘What songs do I miss listening to on drives?’ So, I made a playlist and made sure it had various songs and performers.”

You nod in agreement. “What do you want to listen to when it ends?”

“You can pick whatever you want, an audio book, podcast, or whatever.”

You relax in the seat and listen. After a while, you drift off to sleep as the morning sun is warm on your skin.

You wake up when he pulls into a rest stop. You both get out, use the facilities, grab something to snack on, then return on the highway.

He is still singing and enjoying the music as you travel.

By lunchtime, his music ended, and you put on a “comedy” podcast. “Do you want to stop soon, get some lunch, and put fuel in the car?” You ask.

He yawns. “Yeah, that sounds good. We are a little less than half a tank, but I could use a break.”

He finds a truck stop, where you fuel up, park, and get some lunch. The food is good, but you have to get back on the road. “I’ll drive for a bit.” You volunteer. You switch from comedy to a true crime podcast.

After adjusting the driver’s seat and mirrors, you get back onto the road. Your husband, after a few miles, falls asleep.

While you are driving, the story is really intense.  You clutch the wheel at times, and your whole-body tenses. You turn on the headlights as the sun goes down.

“Are you okay, dear?” your husband asks. You were so focused on the road and the story, you flinch.

You let out a slow breath, that you didn’t know you were holding. “Yeah, honey. I’m okay.” You respond.

“Did you notice that we are a few miles from the hotel, where we are stopping for the night?” he says slightly concerned.

“Oh? Let me switch the podcast off and put it to music,” you say. Your shoulders feel tight.

In a few minutes, you park in the hotel parking lot. Pulling out your bag, your back feels sore. “Are you sure you’re, okay?” your husband asks again.

“Yeah, I’m just a little sore and stiff.” You respond.

As you check in, you notice the hotel clerk is cute, and she smiles at you. You can’t tell if she is flirting with you, both you and your husband, or if that is just her being friendly. “If you need anything, just call, and I will bring up whatever you want.”

“Thanks,” you say as you take your bag to the room. Your shoulders and back feel stiff. You lie on the bed for a moment.

“Hey, honey. I realized I forgot to pack a few things. I saw a store nearby as we pulled in.” He says as he goes through his bag.

You groan. “Okay, give me a minute and I’ll go with you.”

“No. If you really don’t feel well, why don’t you lie down, go for a swim, call for a massage, or whatever?” he says as he grabs the car keys.

“Okay.” you respond.

The hotel has a pool. Maybe a swim is what you need. You forgot to pack a swimsuit, so you change into your sports bra and bike shorts, then grab a towel. Down in the lobby, you see the clerk and ask about the pool. “It’s over there. Just follow the signs. I wish my shift was over, because I would join you. Maybe another time.” You smile back and thank her. You can feel her watching as you walk away.

When you open the door, the smell of chlorine is strong. The pool is empty.

You set the towel on an empty chair and dive into the water.

Ooohhh the cold water feels so good on your skin. You do a few laps back and forth. Stretching your muscles as you do a lap of freestyle, a lap of backstroke, and a slow lap of breaststroke.

It feels so good as you stretch, breathe, reach, and kick. You wish you had someone to share it with, but maybe later. Even though your exercise bra, you can feel your nipples are hard. After a few laps, you lean on the edge of the pool, just breathing and slowly kicking your feet. You feel better. This helps, but maybe some time in a hot tub would help too. You see the small spa pool off to the side.

Getting out, you walk over, leaving wet footprints on the concrete. There is a button and a timer on the side for the water jets.

You step into the hot water. It is hotter than you expected, but it feels good. You reach over, set the timer and hit the button. The water pump kicks on, and powerful jets move the water in a circle. You lean back with your lower back against one of the jets. It vibrates and pounds you. It feels good.

You feel the vibrations through your body. You wonder if the clerk would like to be in here with you. Slowly rubbing her body against yours. Maybe you should return with your husband. You imagine him caressing you as the jets of water move against your bodies. The thought of it excites you a bit. Your nipples were already hard from the cold water, but now your pussy is tingling too.

Looking around, you notice there is a large picture window facing the hotel gym. There is a guy in there. He is on the treadmill, jogging at a steady pace.

He smiles at you, and you smile back. Through his sweaty t-shirt, you see he has a toned body. You wouldn’t mind having him in here.

You move to the other side of the tub, and lean against the edge, so that a jet shoots water at your crotch. The moving water feels good on your pussy as you spread your legs. “It’s a good thing I am wearing bicycle shorts instead of a bikini, or I would probably have lost my bottom by now.” You think to yourself.

For a moment, you imagine the guy on the treadmill licking your pussy as the hotel clerk plays with your breasts, pinching and sucking your nipples. You reach under your bra and pull a nipple. That, and the force of the waterjet, feel so good. With your other hand, you pull the front of your shorts down and you feel the water pulsing on your bare pussy.

This is heavenly. You are going to cum.

The timer on the water jets dings and the pump turns off. “Damn it. I was so close.”

The guy on the treadmill points to himself, then to you, and the hot tub.

You look at your watch. Your husband should be back. You look at “treadmill guy” and shake your head, as you get out of the hot tub.

Grabbing your towel, you dry off, then wrap it around you before you return to your room.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” The desk clerk asks in a slightly suggestive tone. “The water jets on that hot tub can help a woman relax better than any man.” Then she winks.

“It helped. I might come back down with my husband, in a bit.” you respond.

“Just remember the pool is supposed to be closed between midnight and 4am,” she says with that same friendly smile.

“Do you feel better?” you hear as you open the door to your room.

Your husband is putting a few things into his bag and pulling out others.

You come up behind him, kiss his neck, and hug his chest. Your wet sports bra leaves damp marks on the back of his t-shirt. “Should I tell you the nasty thoughts I had while I was in the hot tub?”

He turns, kisses your mouth, and hugs you tightly. “There is a hot tub. Mmmmm We could have a lot of fun, either by ourselves or with the right people.”

“Let me strip out of my wet clothes, and, if you are up for it, you can eat my pussy, as I tell you, my dirty fantasy.”

He lays a few dry towels on the bed, as you get naked.

Lying down, you spread your legs. He strips off his clothes too and looks down. “Oh, you were really enjoying yourself in the pool and hot tub.”

He puts his head between your thighs and blows a gentle breath on your pussy lips. After feeling the hard water jets, this feels different. Then you feel the tip of his tongue lick up and down.

“You don’t want to wait for my fantasy?” you ask.

“Your pussy looks so ready; I didn’t want to waste time.” He says, smiling up at you. “What fantasy has you so excited?”

As he slowly licks your pussy, you tell him about the desk clerk, treadmill guy, and your thought of having both of them simultaneously in the hot tub.

Your husband sucks your clit firmly, as he fingers your wet open cunt. You are breathing harder, imagining the clerk’s mouth on your clit and treadmill guy’s cock fucking you. It feels so good.

He stops and slowly moves up your body. You feel him slide his hard shaft into you. Spreading your legs wider, you pull him deeper into you.

You feel his mouth on your left nipple as he sucks it firmly. “Yes”, you say as you feel your orgasm building. Wrapping your legs around his, you feel him thrust harder and deeper.

Your orgasm flows through you as you hold him tightly. His cock is pulsing inside of you too. “Yes, cum too, my love.” You think.

He kisses you and pulls you both onto your side, with him still inside of you. “Do you feel better, Dear?” he asks.

“I do. Did you enjoy my naughty fantasy?” you ask as you feel his softening cock slide from you.

“I did. I wish we could have done a foursome in the hot tub.”

“If you are up for it, we can see if anyone is down there.” You respond.

Shaking his head. “Not tonight. We need to get an early start in the morning. And I have a feeling that the fantasy will probably be more enjoyable than the reality.”

You snuggle up to him. “You are probably right. Besides, you never know what we will find at the hotel during the training conference.”

You both sleep well.

In the morning, you find your bill slipped under your door. In a feminine script, you read “Thank you for staying. I hope you had a great time, and stay with us again.” signed Candice.

“Honey,” you say, reading the bill with a smile. “Did we plan on staying here on the return trip?”

Road Trip - Part 3 - Turnabout

 

After the Truck Stop and your interesting time in the Ladies’ room, you said that you want to drive for a while. When we get back to the car, you open your bag and find a clean pair of panties.

Looking around to make sure no one is watching; you pull off your damp thong and change into a dry pair. “Wow. You really are in a brave mood today. First the rest stop, and now here in the parking lot. Are you trying to attract attention from the truckers?” I ask laughing.

You straighten your skirt, climb in the driver’s seat and adjust it. “I could pull my tit’s free as I’m driving, but I don’t want to cause any accidents.” You playfully respond.

The sun is getting lower in the sky as we get on the highway. As you pass the road signs, you calculate how many hours it will take to get to the hotel. You sigh at the thought of arriving and checking after it’s already dark.

“What’s a matter? Why the long sigh?” I ask. “Oh nothing, I just realized that we won’t get to the hotel until after it's dark. I wanted to check in and walk around the town. I know it’s just a little tourist trap, but…” “I know. You want to see if there are any seasonal specials. We can do that tomorrow. We have the whole weekend, if you want.” I say. “I thought we were going to….” You start. “My love. I took enough time off, that we can relax, spend a couple of extra days in the hotel, and not worry about anything else.” I reassure you.

You lean towards me and turn your head, and I kiss your lips. “I’m glad. I think we need some time just to ourselves.” You say as you lean back in the seat and relax your grip on the steering wheel.

The traffic on the highway is lighter than you expected, so you turn up the music on the radio. It is all “Oldies” and “Classic Rock”. I start singing along to some of the songs, and I rest my hand on your thigh. “What are you doing?” you ask. “I thought ‘turnabout’ was fair play.” I comment wickedly.

“Maybe later lover. There are still other cars on the highway, and you don’t want to distract me.” You respond. I remove my hand from your thigh. “Ok, then I guess I will just have to occupy myself as you drive.”

You hear me click my seat-belt, undo my pants and slide them down. My soft dick and bare ass are full exposed as I re-latch the seat-belt. “Mmmm you are right. The warm seats feel good on a bare ass.” “Are you really going to do that while I drive?” you ask. I turn the radio down and start stroking myself. “What? I am just doing a little something to occupy my time.”

You keep focused on the road, but from time to time you glance down and see my hard cock. I cup my balls with one hand and slowly stroke it with the other. “Can I try, something?” you ask. “Of course, Love.” I say removing my hands as my cock stands fully from my lap.

You shift lanes so you are in the passing lane, and then reach one hand and grip me firmly. As you accelerate to pass a large commercial truck, you move my cock as if you were shifting gears. Forward, back, and to each side. “Mmmm That’s different.” I comment.

“Just wait. I think I remember the pattern. First gear.” And you move it hard to the left. “Second gear” you pull it back. You accelerate a bit more, “Third gear.” As you pass the truck, you pull my cock back hard. “Fourth Gear…….And now Overdrive.” You hit the accelerator harder and jerk my cock all the way to the right and up.

We hear the trucker blow his horn. From the rear-view mirror, you can see him smiling as you move ahead of him.

You release your grip and put both hands on the steering wheel again. “Do you think he liked that?” you ask. “I wasn’t expecting that. It is a good thing I wasn’t lubed, or I would have cum already.” I say slowly stroking it with a lighter grip. “Awww did I hurt it?” you ask in an exaggerated tone. “If you weren’t driving, I would have you kiss it and make it better. But I will take it from here.” I lick my palm and slowly rub around the tip. “Are you really going to jerk off as I drive?” “Why not, you played with your pussy and offered to suck me as I drove. Do you want me to play with your pussy as you drive?”

You look around, counting the vehicles on the road. “Not yet.” You say in a distracted tone. “Okay. You drive and I’ll just amuse myself.” And I start stroking myself with long slow strokes.

“Maybe I will pull next to the next big truck and let you give them a show.” You say joking. “Do what you want.” I respond and close my eyes, stroking a bit faster.

You notice my fingers playing with the tip, working it like a pair of lips. The motion reminds you a bit of what you did at the Truck Stop. “Are you fantasizing about having your cock sucked at the ‘glory hole’.” I am breathing a bit harder. “Yes, imagining you, on your knees, taking me through the wall.” I grip my shaft and then work around the tip, my eyes still closed.

There is another large truck ahead. You move to the passing lane but don’t accelerate too fast. “Tell me more.” You say.

You drop a hand to your lap, under your dress, and softly rub your crotch. The dry cloth feels good against you as you rub.

“You don’t know it’s me, so you talk dirty to me like I am a total stranger. You tell me that you’ll suck me, but your pussy is for your husband.” My cock is so stiff as I say this. “What if you offer to pay me to fuck my ass though the hole?” you say in a seductive tone. “If you slide your money through the hole, I will press my ass against wall and let you fuck me.”

I stroke more slowly and grip more tightly. “Yea, I can imagine it. Your dress raised up; your cheeks spread wide as you back up against strange cock.” You can imagine it too, as you rub your pussy a bit harder. “Tell me how my tight ass feels.” You say in a breathless voice.

You are slowly passing the truck and almost lined up with the driver’s cab. I grip the tip of my cock firmly and move my hand down while I have a tight grip. “Your ass is so tight. I just want to cum in it.” I say breathing harder. “Then cum. Shoot your jizz into my slutty asshole. Be the faceless stranger who’s cum drips from my ass.” You say in a firmer tone.

I pump my cock and spurt all over my hand. The trucker yells “Yea Boy! Look at that!” and blows his horn. I open my eyes and grab a napkin from the glove box to wipe myself clean.

You put both hands on the wheel again and pull ahead of him. He tries to come closer, but you accelerate and pull away. I lean over and kiss you. “Did you enjoy that as much as I did?” I ask. “You will have to wait until we get to the hotel to find out. Now pull up your pants before someone else sees you.”

You squeeze your thighs together for a second. “In the hotel room, I might have something special for you.” You say, thinking of the various role-playing games we can do. “I can’t wait.” I say as I finish fastening up and relaxing. I turn the radio back up and we enjoy the rest of the drive to the hotel.